Jason drove the BMW with smooth, aggressive control, exiting the exclusive subdivision and hitting the highway toward the city. The drive was made in a silence charged with adrenaline, broken only by the low murmur of the car radio. Ethan, sitting in the back, was no longer thinking about Vincent’s threat, but about the eting ahead.
Soon, they reached the heart of the MIT campus. Jason navigated the internal roads until he brought the car to a clean, sharp halt right in front of the main Administration building entrance, where the stone steps t the sidewalk.
Ethan leaned forward and reached for the door handle.
"Boss," Jason said, his voice firm and brooking no argunt, without turning around. "Stop."
Ethan paused his hand just short of the chro. "What is it, Jason?"
Jason unbuckled his seatbelt and turned slightly. "You must get used to having your door opened for you, Boss. You are a businessman, a magnate, now. You need to act like one, even if you don’t like it. In this world, appearance is everything. If you don’t project respect, you won’t get it."
"A Boss cannot drive or open his own door if he has a chauffeur," Jason continued, his tone severe. "That would be seen as a weakness, a lack of staff, or worse—a mockery. In this eting, every detail counts. You cannot fail."
Ethan considered the recent confrontation with the Congressman. The logic was brutal but undeniably true. Hierarchy was maintained through small gestures of dominance.
"You’re right," Ethan conceded, leaning back into the rear seat. "I can’t fail this. Please, Jason."
Jason nodded, a rare sign of approval in his eyes. He opened the driver’s door and walked around the car with his professional stride, opening Ethan’s back door with a fluid movent.
Ethan stepped out.
The impact was imdiate. Ethan’s extre training, combined with the subtle enhancents the System had made to his physique, had completely transford him. He was drop-dead gorgeous. His athletic body was now fully toned, his chest looked solid beneath his shirt, and his muscular, tensed arms showed prominent veins.
Several passing students and professors on the steps stopped. They all stared at him. So, quite boldly, winked. Others mumbled a "Call " or "Nice suit" as they walked by. A couple of the younger, more aggressive won scribbled their numbers on folded papers and handed them to Jason, believing he was a personal assistant who could pass them on to the "Boss."
Ethan, despite the mission’s tension, genuinely smiled. He had never experienced that level of attention. He felt powerful and, to his own surprise, incredibly amused.
"Looks like my ’appearance’ is working, Jason," Ethan joked, adjusting his suit jacket.
Jason, impassive, collected the papers without a single change in his expression. "It’s working perfectly, Boss. Now, let’s go conquer this university."
Jason and Ethan walked into the main administrative building of MIT. The interior was sleek and modern, dominated by glass and polished concrete, buzzing with bright, focused students.
They were directed to the Dean’s office suite. Inside, the reception area was quiet and highly professional. A woman in a sharp blazer sat behind a polished wooden desk, looking up as they approached.
The mont she saw Ethan, the receptionist’s professional deanor softened into genuine warmth.
"Good morning," she greeted them, her voice pleasant. "Do you have an appointnt?"
"Yes," Ethan replied, his voice clear and confident. "We have a 10:00 AM eting with Dean Alexandria Sinclair."
"Mr. Blake," she confird imdiately, pulling up their appointnt. "The Dean is just wrapping up a call. Please, have a seat. Can I offer you anything? Coffee, tea, a soda, or perhaps so cookies?"
Both Ethan and Jason declined the treats. "Just water, thank you," Ethan requested.
The receptionist, clearly impressed by both Ethan’s presence and Jason’s nacing professionalism, treated them with imnse respect. She brought two crystal glasses of water, placing one carefully in front of Jason, acknowledging his status as the boss’s bodyguard.
They sat down. A mont later, a second secretary—a stunning woman nad Laura—walked out from an inner office, carrying a stack of files. As she passed Ethan, she suddenly stumbled, loudly dropping a single pen right at his feet. She then bent over, not just to pick it up, but to fully display her ass right in front of Ethan’s face.
Ethan stared. The unexpected, aggressive display of sexuality, combined with his heightened senses, was overwhelming. He couldn’t help himself. He quickly reached out and lightly slapped her ass.
Laura shot up, a breathless gasp escaping her lips, which instantly turned into a wicked, knowing smirk. She leaned in close to Ethan’s ear, her perfu intense.
"When you’re ready, co find ," she whispered huskily, her eyes blazing with raw invitation. "We can go anywhere you want. I’m Laura."
She sauntered back into the inner office, leaving Ethan slightly stunned.
Jason, who had witnessed the entire, brazen exchange with a straight face, let out a chuckle when she was gone. "Every single one of them is offering themselves up to you, Boss. It’s truly impressive."
The System, predictably, chid in with crude approval. [He’s right, Champion,] the System agreed in Ethan’s mind. [At this rate, you won’t even need to say a word for them to open their legs for you.]
Ethan shook his head, a genuine smile replacing his shock. "I know, I know. But let’s focus. The Dean is next. I wonder what Alexandria Sinclair looks like. She’s the real target here."
[Oh, yeah! The Dean!] The System responded, its voice adopting a theatrical, suggestive tone. [How do you imagine her, Champion? Mature, beautiful, with a PhD and a fat ass? Is she worth the effort?]
Ethan smirked, leaning back slightly in the chair. "She definitely needs to be mature and beautiful. Hopefully, she’s got so curves in the right places too. I an, if she’s ugly, I’m not going to sleep with her, even if I fail the mission. I have standards."
The System let out a loud, contemptuous snicker in his head. [I bet Cassandra said the exact sa thing about you, Champion, but she still gave you the pussy out of pity!] It jabbed rcilessly. [You should be a good Samaritan too! You should definitely fuck so fat, ugly chick, just to do a good deed for humanity!]
Ethan muttered an insult under his breath that was drowned out by the sudden sound of an opening door. "Shut up, System."
The receptionist reappeared with a dignified smile. "Dean Sinclair is ready for you now, Mr. Blake."
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